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When I think of the plight that children face all over the world
I just want to cry
Hunger starts and ends their everyday
As many of us continue to waste away
The scraps that we toss could save a child’s life
I’ll tell you the human race is nothing nice
We have no problem spending trillions on war
As children starve to death outside a millionaires store
They put locks on the dumpsters to keep them out
To greedy to give what they are throwing out
I watched a show just the other day
That showed Children just wasting away
Right there in their mothers arms
As I ate my giant bowl of lucky charms
Pirates raiding off the Somalia Coast
Because their children’s eyes are hollow as a ghost
If my Children were starving these words are true
Captain Hook wouldn’t hold a light to you know who
I think in the overhaul scheme of wrong and right
Mankind in general has lost all sight
Could you imagine kissing your child’s last breath?
The rich get richer as they starve to death
So as you all tuck your kids into bed tonight
Kids all over the world will lose their fight
They will simply lie down and die
To hungry to fight to weak to cry
Shelters that feed the Hungry are in every
town, when was the last time that you gave
something. No person is any greater than the
depth of their compassion. To give is to receive
for there is no greater blessing in this life. Keep
what you need and give the rest and the Lord will
make sure you never run out. God Bless, MJ
Written for Sami's contest
The soldier, the war, and I
Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..
Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?
Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill
Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!
And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have,
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet,
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.
On a patrol for the good so far from their home
Professional in their minds, never to roam
But this is a world, where feelings are forgotten
Damning souls of destruction fuelled with gun-cotton
For on rocky outcrops and deserted sand paths
Lie hidden dangers to take life from it's grasp
Coalition troops, our children just boys
Doing their duty for their orders employ
On missions they set out to rid insurgent scum
Against a tactic so great, guerrilla warfare hit and run
Recent news has informed us, that another has been downed
A father, uncle or son, leave another family tear drowned
Another hidden device in his face has exploded
Their hunger to hate once again has been loaded
Medics rush in to save the life of their soul
Knowing when he's home, another stat for wars toll
Many weeks he recuperates, behind bandages and care
Visited by friends, but only his children do stare
His strength now regained, but not the man he once was
A silence beckons then turns to applause
Assisted by comrades as he is led to collect
His medal of valour whilst inside he reflects
In his future years knowing his children grow strong
For he's in a dark world, where he doesn't belong
Emotions so many will follow his years
For when this blind man cries, we must share in his tears
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php
When freedom raise in her glorious form
Mama Liberia,I saw U glow and bloom,not knowing U were dome,
You were known for freedom songs,now you sit in the dark
wondering what went wrong,
With the lost of your youths U remain strong,
Mama Liberia,U sit on your bench watching your children dig war trench
where they laid fill with rage to kill without paid,
Which is ill,knowing that we are brothers from U mother
You saw your children pain,while they watch their homes burn
in flames,with fingers pointing to a frame on the wall that is about
to fall,U asked who's the blame?It's Charles Taylor your babies scream,
I saw U smile when U heard that your sisters in the west(Ghana,Guinea,Nigeria & Sierra-
Lone)were just a mile and your wait now is just a while; from your shores that was known as
pilgrims best now salutes as the worst
You had dreams of your children bringing U fame without games,educational
celebrities exercising their liberties the true meaning of your name
but instead we leave U in shame,Mama Liberia,I see U sitting on Montserrado
virgin high waiting for the freedom bird to fly by,with your feet covered in ashes and your
cries over power your riches,U wait as your children stay in crisis. May Freedom
Prevail,Mama Liberia.
PEACE:
When he came from Nam he had a plan
That not many people would understand.
To help children see that not all in life
Was destruction and poverty.
With death and bombings all around
All he could hear was the children s sounds.
With tears in their eyes and not understanding why
Why so many bodies on the ground
And not a one making a sound.
All he could see was these faces of despair
Children did not understand and could not care.
These visions of the war would
always stay in his mind
From that day forward till the end of time.
He vowed that he would do all that he can
To help all children and his fellow man.
When you see the ravages of war
And a country torn apart
And its people scattered
Then staying alive is all that matters.
He knew that he could not stop this genocide
But he knew for the future children he had to try.
He wanted to create a place called “children s world”
A safe haven for every boy and girl.
A place where children could be children
And war they would not see.
Where they could be with friends and their families.
A place with a roof over their heads
Hot food and a bed.
He knows with time this dream will come true
“It just depends on people like you.”
November 18
The earth is troubled and soon will break
We did it to our selves, take, take, take
Not worried about the effects,
Till the day it may break
Our future lies in our hands
But now it may be too late.
Our past mistakes were not my mistakes,
But I have to live in others troubled ways.
The world is in chaos!
Lies, Sex, TV all the same
No one realizing the effect till it’s too late
Our children always unsafe
To have to worry, should not be the case
We struggle each day to hear the deaths.
We tremble when someone is not there
Technology has succeeded but,
We lost it to our children
Trying to connect we struggle
There trust varies
Always to struggle
Therapy can help
But, the lord my savior can, and will change
Lies will soon leave, the connection, will be wanted
TV will soon be appropriate
The children will soon help
Reaching the lives on loved ones
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Ibrahiem is three years old, he has no parents and he's feeling cold.
Miriam can't go to school. Her parent are to poor, theirs nothing they can do.
Aisha has no legs. A bomb fell on her house, while she was sleeping.
Latifa can't read or write. A simple operation could put things right.
Akeem is so hungry he cries in pain. He hasn't eaten for five days.
Imran can't sleep, it's to cold and damp. No blanket to keep him warm from dusk until dawn.
''The worlds forgotten us'' the children of Palastine cry.
I send all I can, I want to do more. I wish I could invite them to my door.
Theses children are destitute, hungry and poor. The world watches on, we have to do more.
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